I woke up in the street, with a clean slate. But is a clean slate always what one wants? Everything that I had, was gone. Disappeared. Forever lost. As I walked around, memories came back. Blood on the sidewalk. Screaming. And a knife. The memories came back not as a fond embrace, but a cold reminder. I guess even the scientists couldn’t even help me escape that.
Walking deeper into town, more memories came back. Not enough to piece together my life, but enough to see what kind of person I was. Enough to make me understand. Turning away, I left the cold memories, in search of new better ones. As I neared the shore, I dove into the water, swimming into the lake, and staying there. Letting my body rest with content. Trying to escape my deeds. My memories.